Chapter 243
At the border where the towering mountain ridges of Velzoria met the dense, mist-laced forests of Drakesville Kingdom, a thunderous gallop shattered the tranquil silence.
A formidable cavalry of over five hundred men charged forward, their horses kicking up clouds of dust as they crossed into Velzorian soil.
At the head of the battalion, two men rode sleek black stallions, their presence eclipsing even the army that followed behind.
The first was a hulking figure, broad-shouldered with an intimidating aura. A jagged scar ran from the base of his chin to just beneath his right eye, like a permanent reminder of battles won and blood spilled.
A long, grey coat billowed behind him in the wind, clinging to his battle-worn frame like a second skin.
Despite his ashen hair fluttering wildly in the breeze, his youthful features betrayed the truth—it wasn't age, but choice. He had dyed it grey, perhaps as a symbol or a warning.
